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Chapter_34
Beatrice’s eyes widened in disbelief as she processed Arabella’s whispered words. The shock of the situation—the utter chaos unfolding before her—had just taken an even darker turn.
“Arabella, are you telling me that you… you drugged Joseph?” Beatrice whispered, her voice barely audible but thick with disbelief. She couldn’t comprehend how her own granddaughter would get involved in something so reckless.
Arabella glanced at the tangled scene on the bed and lowered her voice even further. “I didn’t mean for this to happen, Granny. I meant to use it on Vivienne, to get her to behave… but Joseph must have somehow gotten hold of it.”
Beatrice, trying to maintain some semblance of composure, struggled to keep her hands from trembling. “This is madness. This is… beyond anything I could have imagined.” She turned her attention back to Joseph, whose wild behavior and lack of awareness were starting to make more sense. His disoriented state, the aggressive manner in which he was acting—none of it seemed like him.
“Do you realize what this means?” Beatrice hissed, trying to control her anger. “You’ve just jeopardized everything, Arabella. You don’t even know the consequences of this!”
Arabella looked at the chaotic scene with a cold, calculating expression. “We can still spin it. If we get Joseph help, clean this up, and keep the focus on Vivienne, we might still make it look like she was the one responsible. After all, she’s already been the source of enough drama today.”
Beatrice felt the weight of her granddaughter’s words. Her eyes flicked back to the group of guests, who were all too eager to capture the moment with their phones. This was an absolute disaster, but Arabella was right—if they moved quickly, they could turn the situation around. The party, the rumors, and even Vivienne’s reputation—all of it could be molded to fit their narrative.
Beatrice took a deep breath, trying to quell the storm of emotions that raged inside her. She was the matriarch of the Hawthorn family—she had to be strategic, even if the situation felt completely out of her control.
“Call for an ambulance, Arabella,” Beatrice ordered, trying to regain control. “We’ll deal with Joseph later. Right now, we need to clean up this mess before it gets out of hand. And don’t you dare let anyone know about this… accident. Understood?”
Arabella nodded, but there was a spark of something in her eyes—a mix of ambition and mischief—as she glanced at the door, knowing full well that the storm of scandal was far from over.
